Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.